Black like a coal being burn.
White as a snow from the blizzad.
Yellow like a sun shining upon my eyes.
It burns my entire body turns into ashes.
Dust is a small piece of chalk.
Tried to mend the broken path.
Tried to find the lost ring in the sand.
Hope is the strength to go thru.
But what if the sun didn't shine?
Still walk in the dark alley?
Walk through the broken glass?
You've seen the way in the place where there is no light.
Go on keep walking.
I'm glad you overcome it, so am I.
